The Broad-Way

I didn't watch the final episode of The Sopranos, so I have no idea whether Tony got whacked or not.  Saying whacked is fun, though.

What I did spend a number of hours watching were the Tony Awards, the annual program which never fails to leave me feeling nostalgic, nerdy, and slightly wistful.  Of course, I can barely recall when the last audition I went on was, only that I was secretly hoping not to get called back so I could go home and watch Top Chef.  (I can't believe I've just admitted this in writing.)

I have actor friends who say they'll never go back, that the performing phase of their life has officially ended.  I'm not sure I'll ever be able to utter those words, no matter how true they may be.

In the meantime, Dear Reader, please allow this wistful broad to share with you a curiously named yet tasty malt beverage:

Your eyes aren't deceiving you, the name of this Pale Ale is indeed Porkslap.  And yes, the can does depict the noteworthy image of two pigs bellyslapping each other.  Disturbing?  Certainly.  Tasty beer?  Hubby thinks so.

As for me, I passed on the Porkslap and enjoyed a glass of Riesling, ate some delectable carbs, and invited my inner musical theater nerd to come out to play.  (and interpretive dance, just a little.  She doesn't get out much.)

In the aftermath of this lengthly exposure to splashy song and dance I cannot be held responsible if I should spontaneously burst into song...can I?  Nah.

I don't know about you, but I suddenly have a hankering for a showtune.

Comments

[Amy]

Bangkok, Oriental setting
And the city don't know that the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world in a
Show with everything but Yul Brynner

Time flies -- doesn't seem a minute
Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it
All change -- don't you know that when you
Play at this level there's no ordinary venue

It's Iceland -- or the Philippines -- or Hastings -- or --
or this place!

[COMPANY]
One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

[The Odd Broad]

Thank you! That'll do quite nicely, actually. I may even remember the terrible choreography...

I can almost hear Bob Ingari screaming at all of us, too...

:)

[Amy]

I'm not throught yet.... I believe this is the number that really set BOB off.

Crowd
Hosanna Heysanna Sanna Sanna Ho
Sanna Hey Sanna Ho Sanna
Hey J C, J C you're alright by me
Sanna Ho Sanna Hey Superstar

Jesus
Why waste your breath moaning at the crowd?
Nothing can be done to stop the shouting
If ev'ry tongue was still the noise would still continue
The rocks and stones themselves would start to sing:

Crowd, with Jesus
Hosanna Heysanna Sanna Sanna Ho
Sanna Hey Sanna Ho Sanna
Hey J C, J C won't you fight for me?
Sanna Ho Sanna Hey Superstar

[The Odd Broad]

This Saturday. Your house. Musical theater sing-along, my friend...

ps- how on earth do you remember the words to "One Night in Bangkok?"

[Amy]

The magic of the internet my friend. If I had my way all memeories of Bob Ingari's musical theater chorus would be deleted. See you Saturday....bring your pitch pipe.

[Jenna]

Amy, you're sick!

[Amy]

I'll take that as a compliment coming from you Jenna!

[Jenna]

Amy.....

Don't you fret
Monsuier Marius
I don't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me know
You're here
That's all I need to know

And you will keep me close
And you will keep me safe
And rain will make the flowers grow!

[Amy]

Very nice addition! However, I believe this is your favorite selection Jenna...

Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straighting this tie!
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
She's sitting playing piano,
He's sitting paying a bill!

Betcha they're young
Betcha they're smart
Bet they collect things
Like ashtrays, and art!
Betcha they're good --
(Why shouldn't they be?)
Their one mistake
Was giving up me!

So maybe now it's time,
And maybe when I wake
They'll be there calling me "Baby"...
Maybe.

Betcha he reads
Betcha she sews
Maybe she's made me
A closet of clothes!
Maybe they're strict
As straight as a line...
Don't really care
As long as they're mine!

So maybe now this prayer's
The last one of it's kind...
Won't you please come get your "Baby"

Nobody puts Baby in the corner.

[Jenna]

I was going to do that one next. That is my special song. I love to sing like a "Child Star"!

....Won't you please come get your baby........maybe.

[Amy]

I feel like this could go on forever, Everything seems so sunny since we've started this strand of classic showtunes. Sah, I don't know how to thank you, you've brought the music back into my life. I feel as though I could run around on a mountain and sing...
The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
that rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
from a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over
stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more

[The Odd Broad]

Sick! The two of you are sick. And I love it. Amy, last night I had a dream the two of us were performing a duet at a ballpark, with microphone stands and everything...and we were singing "Zing Went the Strings of my Heart!"

Random?

Now I've been singing that song all day...as well as Lez Miz, Annie...

[Amy]

That's so weird! Last night I had a dream that I had to sing "Fever" and "Big Spender" at an African American celebration in Roxbury next weekend.....oh wait, that's not a dream. That's the beauty of this month, work is over and now....
June is bustin' out all over
All over the meadow and the hill!
Buds're bustin' outa bushes
And the rompin' river pushes
Ev'ry little wheel that wheels beside the mill!

June is bustin' out all over
The feelin' is gettin' so intense,
That the young Virginia creepers
Hev been huggin' the bejeepers
Outa all the mornin' glories on the fence!
Because it's June...

All
June, June, June
Just because it's June, June, June!